Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.